Juliette
He warned me we were doomed from the start, and I should have listened. But some fires burn too hot to resist.
Now, I'm trapped in a vicious cycle of desire, tangled up in Areston's dangerous world. Every kiss, every touch pulls me deeper...
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"What keeps you up at night?"
"You."
"What was the best phase in your life?"
"Falling in love with you and being your boyfriend." Areston is holding my hands over the table, his fingers clutching mine are drawing circles in the middle of both of my palms, his lingering gaze gleaming with warmth and amusement resting one mine.
"What was the worst phase in your life?"
"I don't need to tell you that. You already know."
When I left him. "When you're in a bad mood, what's one thing that would cheer you up?"
"You."
"Your most prized possession?"
"You, of course."
"When do you have your biggest adrenaline rush?"
"When I'm fucking you or test-driving my fighter jet."
I'm enjoying him indulging me like this. He's enjoying this just as much as I am. It's not surprising. He has proved to me time and again that making me happy is his biggest source of happiness and peace.
"That's very honest, your highness. Next question. What do you think of when you're by yourself?"
"You, of course. C'mon, Belle. At least put some effort if you're really going to bother me with a Q&A on a date night," he husks playfully, a hint of smile playing on his lips as he kisses my fingertips one by one leisurely.
The sensual pressure of his mouth against my skin sends heat pooling up in between my thighs, threatening to combust me.
I have to bite my lip to contain my groan.
We are seated on the luxurious top deck of his majestic sail yacht Hera in the Hudson River with a breathtaking view of the twinkling New York City skyline.
Being the prodigal hedonist that he is, he paid every ferry and cruise service in the city and around to suspend their operations for their evenings and cancel their reservations so it can be just us on the water. Undisturbed and in complete privacy.
After we returned home, he surprised me with a beautiful custom-designed backless silver Ralph Lauren dress, gold earrings, black lace panties, metal and crystal-embellished silver Roger Vivier pumps to match all laid out on the bed when I came out of the shower.
Some stuff you'd need for our first official date night since getting back together.
The pianist is playing Oscar Peterson's My One And Only Love.
We were stuck in traffic when we saw this Instagram-popular pianist pushing his piano across the road and I'd told Areston that I would love to have him perform for me someday. Of course he hired him to perform tonight. The entire setting is a perfect dreamy scene.
